How PST could help Vera and Dinara

I sat next to a crying woman in church last Sunday. She was unkempt, her face blotchy and pimpled, her eyes blindly staring. Huge tears rolled down her cheeks. She seemed lost in her own world, her sadness painful and acute. It was all a bit unseemly. There was about her a sense of not caring that she was on display, gripped as she was by the kind of unmuted grieving that makes people uncomfortable, that makes them want to hug and shake you at the same time.

She reminded me of Vera Zvonareva, and of her unseemly display of frustration at the 2009 US Open. It was not the first time that Vera has mentally collapsed in a tennis match. But I think that it is safe to say that this was the worst. There was little separating her from the people who get locked up in mental institutions. She was in her own world of psychological torment.

This is Part 1 of a three-part series on PST. For the rest of Part 1, go here. My blog can be found here. Thanks for reading.